Dragoncrest Cliffs So much that is found between

mireille had grown introspective since her return with sobo. the first ponderance was on her own mortality, a terrifying thing to glimpse. the second was her future, and the growing, odd sense of restlessness that was blooming inside mireille. 
she loved sapphique. she wished to live here for all of her days.
and yet the obsidian knew there was more to see, and more to experience.
the third was the protectiveness she had started to feel over the pups of the sea-cliffs; not that they were her own, but that now mireille was aware one day she would have her own.
and that was an odd, overwhelming consideration. she was pleased to see her mother; she cantered with relief through the sand to stand at rosalyn's salt-streaked shoulder. quietly she regarded the task at hand, but said nothing, only wondered with her eyes. sometimes her mother was confused. mireille was patient with those days.